MIA STIL'S POV:
"Begin the assault," I ordered, the three words being transmitted across the ranks of soldiers as they roared with enthusiasm. I knew the cry was an attempt at suppressing the terror that every individual felt when faced with the overwhelming auras that were originating from the battlefield, but I joined in.
A low boom echoed in the air as both wyverns flapped their wings, taking to the sky and shooting off into the distance. I could already hear the sounds of massacre and death coming from the battlefield, constant explosions ringing in my eardrums.
A sudden horn blew across the area, catching my attention. My eyes widened in horror at the sight in front of me.
